I need to talk to you.

I think I need to hear this from you. I feel like I have too much to say to you, but I know the moment I get a chance to (if I ever do), nothing's going to surface. Not even if I have a pre-planned speech.

I think I'm not going to make it past this.

Life's a bitch, so move on.
Guess it's a hell lot easier to say than to put it into practise.

I need my sleep, but it feels as if I have too much to think about, to consider, to decide.

I think I am very successful in making my life (seem) complex to myself, then seem as if I am making many futile attempts to salvage it.
What the fuck, I don't know what I am talking about.

Screwwwww, this is so fucked up.